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Murong Yao's gaze lingered on the bowl of medicinal soup, her thoughts racing as she continuously planned her next move in her mind. Suddenly, she remembered something.
She set the medicinal soup aside, then stood up and walked to the window. She pushed it open, allowing a gentle breeze to blow in, lightly brushing against her cheeks.
In the moonlight, her figure appears lonely yet strong.
Murong Yao took a deep breath, knowing that every minute and every second is extremely precious.
She turned around and decided to find the trusted maid, Li Wan, because she needed a reliable person to deliver her letters. It was best not to deliver these two letters during the day to avoid arousing suspicion from the emperor.
Murong Yao walked lightly through the corridor and arrived at Li Wan's room. She knocked on the door, and Li Wan quickly opened it, with a hint of surprise on her face.
"Madam, it's so late. Is there anything you need?" Li Wan asked respectfully, with a hint of concern in her eyes.
Murong Yao smiled slightly, knowing that Li Wan was genuinely concerned for her, which made her feel a little warmth.
"Li Wan, I have a letter that needs to be delivered immediately to the thriving Yueshea temple, and another letter to be sent to the Imperial Hospital. This matter is of utmost importance, and you must proceed with caution, making sure not to be discovered," Murong Yao said firmly, her eyes shining with unwavering determination.
Li Wan nodded, knowing that the Empress always had her reasons. She took the letters and replied softly, "Rest assured, Your Majesty. I will handle it with care."
Watching Li Wan walk away, Murong Yao felt a sudden inexplicable sense of trust.
She turned back to her room, sat at the table, and quietly pondered her next move.
Murong Yao's eyes were resolute. She drank the medicine in her hand in one gulp, then gently put down the bowl. A plan had already formed in her mind.
She will wait for the message from Li Wan while also beginning to search for the immortal Yueshea who can refine the elixir of immortal herbs.
Late at night, everything in the palace fell silent, except for the faint candlelight in Murong Yao's room, illuminating her determined face.
Three days passed in a hurry. On a clear morning, when the first ray of dawn pierced through the thin mist, a dimly flickering oil lamp could still be seen in the palace of Murong Yao.
She sat quietly by the window, holding a piece of letter paper as light as a falling leaf, the ink not yet fully set.
The dawn outside the window reflected in her eyes, as if she were seeking the figure of the spirit fusion grass.
Maid Li Wan, like a shadow, quietly entered the room, her eyes filled with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.
She knew that the information in her hands could possibly change the fate of the mistress.
"Madam, the abbot of the Yueshea temple has replied with three positive divination lots, indicating the approval of the deities." Li Wan handed the letter to Murong Yao in a low voice, afraid of disturbing the rare good news.
Murong Yao took the letter, lightly running her fingertips over the patterns on the envelope. A faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, a kind of satisfaction and ease that emanated from deep within.
She slowly opened the envelope, and the paper made a faint rustling sound between her fingers, which seemed particularly clear in the quiet room.
The handwriting in the letter was neat, and every stroke seemed to contain a kind of ethereal quality, making it clear at first glance that it was not written by an ordinary person.
"Immortal Yueshea has agreed to personally refine the elixir and will send someone to find spirit fusion grass." Murong Yao's voice was gentle, but with a barely noticeable tremble, a tremble of excitement.
Li Wan also smiled, knowing what this meant to the princess. She bowed gently and said, "There is also a reply from the Imperial Hospital, Your Highness."
Murong Yao turned her gaze to the other letter in Li Wan's hand. She reached out to take it, feeling a bit uneasy. The reply from the Imperial Hospital was equally important to her.
The letter stated that there were indeed records about the spirit fusion grass in the palace, but its location of growth was extremely secretive. Throughout history, only a very small number of immortal disciples have been able to find it. There is a book called "Compendium of Spirit Grass" in the Imperial Hospital, which may contain some clues.
Murong Yao's eyebrows slightly furrowed. She knew that this would be a difficult search. But in her heart, there was also a hint of determination.
" Li Wan, go to the hospital and bring back the 'Compendium of Spirit Grass'," Murong Yao said with unquestionable authority in her voice.
Li Wan Responding promptly, she walked lightly, as if afraid of disturbing the newly budding hope.
Murong Yao Sitting alone in the room, her gaze fell outside the window, where the mist had begun to dissipate, revealing a clear horizon. Her heart, like the morning mist, also began to gradually clear up.
Before long, Li Wan returned with the "Compendium of Spirit Herbs." This ancient book, with a slightly worn cover, exuded a rich historical atmosphere on every page.
Murong Yao opened the book, and with each page turned, a glint of excitement flashed in her eyes. Her fingers glided over the pages until her gaze settled on a particular page.
"Spirit fusion grass grows at the top of Ling Mountain and can only be seen in its true form on a stormy night. Murong Yao murmured to herself, her voice tinged with confusion.
These conditions undoubtedly increase the difficulty of finding it. But in Murong Yao's heart, there is no hint of retreat."
She held "Compendium of Materia Medica" tightly to her chest, as if this book was her lifesaving straw. Her gaze was firm, like the peak of Ling Mountain, unafraid of wind and rain, resolute and unyielding.
When midnight arrived.
Murong Yao's eagerness surged like a tide, she could hardly wait to tell the exhilarating news to the person imprisoned in The Hidden Shadow Pavilion - Tuoba Xuan, her Master, Xuan Hua Emperor Lord.
The Hidden Shadow Pavilion, a secluded and tranquil place, is surrounded by high walls and heavily guarded. Only a very few people know its true secret.
Dressed in black, Murong Yao gracefully weaves through the palace corridors, her steps light and swift, as if afraid that her hesitation would cause this hope to dissipate.
She came to the big tree next to the Hidden Shadow Pavilion and hid her figure among its branches.
Tuoba Xuan suddenly seemed to sense something, raised his head to look outside the window, and saw Murong Yao in the tree. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, then he regained his composure. He transmitted his voice, "Yao'er, you're here?"
Murong Yao had an unmistakable joy on her face as she transmitted her message using celestial magic: "Master, I have good news. Immortal Yueshea has agreed to our request and will personally refine the elixir. They have already sent someone to find the spirit fusion grass."
Tuoba Xuan's eyes flashed with a glimmer, knowing what this meant for them. He nodded gently, his eyes revealing a rare tenderness: "Yao'er, you've worked hard."
Murong Yao shook her head, her eyes filled with determination like bright stars: "It's not hard. As long as we can find the spirit fusion grass, there's a chance to break the shackles on your body. It's all worth it."
Tuoba Xuan stood up and walked to the window, his voice carrying a subtle tremble that was hard to detect: "Yao'er, no matter the outcome, Master feels comforted because you are here."
Murong Yao looked up, her eyes firm and warm: "Master, we will definitely succeed."
At that moment, the dimness and silence of The Hidden Shadow Pavilion were replaced by a hint of warmth and hope.
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